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Last published Mon, Jul 22, 2019
Ceci n'est pas une histoire.
Ce serait plutôt des petits bouts de mon âme à un instant T.
Des trucs que j'aurais pu ressentir et que je n'ai jamais osé avouer, même pas à la personne concernée. N'ayant pas encore le courage d'écrire ma première histoire, je vais commencer mon aventure ici en publiant d'anciens textes.
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